Midnight Madness
By Bearhugged  bearhugcrush@hotmail.com 
An burglar decides to rob Shay's house. big mistake.


A rattle in the middle of the night from my living room forced me awake. I
tiptoed to the end of the hallway. I could see the intruder putting some of my
hard-earned trophies into a canvas bag. In this situation, most women who live
along in an apartment would run in fear back to the bedroom and call the
police. But, I'm not most women. I decided that the police could wait. It was
time for me to teach this guy a lesson he'll never forget, and for me to have
some fun.

My name is Shay. I believe it was around the time I was six years old that I
got the first sign I was unique. Two of my older brothers were wrestling in
our backyard and I was watching with interest. Then, from behind came my other
brother, who was two years older than me. He had me in a headlock. In just a
few seconds, I easily broke out of his grip, locked my arms around him, picked
him up off the ground, and threw him onto his back. He started crying, which
brought out my parents from the house. We explained what happened. My parents
looked perplexed.

I overheard my parents talking about me late that night, when I should have
been asleep. "I can't believe Shay was able to overpower Mark like that," my
mother said. My father replied, "I know she's bigger than the other girls in
her class, but its probably just a growth spurt.'

As the years went by, it became clear it wasn't just a growth spurt. I just
kept growing. When I was eleven, I was the tallest person in my grammar
school. I still wrestled a lot. I could take any boy in the school one-on-one,
even two of the smaller boys at once. Up through the grades I went, and up to
the sky I kept growing. It wasn't until after I turned sixteen that I finally
stopped growing, at six feet, four inches. Along with growing taller, I was
also growing some muscles. I wasn't muscle bound, but everybody noticed that I
was much stronger than any of the other girls in my school.

My school wasn't yet allowing girls on it's wrestling team, but I would still
find a way to show just how good I was. After school, at a neighborhood park,
I would wrestle some of the guys on the wrestling team. It was a very rare
occasion for me to lose. They all marveled at how strong; they didn't think a
girl could be that strong.

One day, a freshman featherweight wrestler challenged me to a match. The match
itself wasn't interesting; I forced him down onto his knees, pushed him onto
his back, and pinned him in about five seconds. But after the match, he came
up and talked to me. He asked me if I would help him with his moves and
getting stronger. I wasn't involved in any extracurricular activities at the
time, so I agreed. When I showed up at his house the next, he took me to the
basement, where there was a weight bench. That was my first experience with
lifting weights. Of course I outdid him on every exercise; I benched pressed
one hundred and sixty pounds, curled fifty-five, and military pressed ninety.
My freshman friend was in shock. He knew that I was strong, but he didn't know
I was that strong. I kept lifting with him. After I graduated high school (by
the way, that was the same year he won the state championship in his weight
class) and went off to college, I joined a health club and really started to
focus my training.

It's been eight years ago since that first workout in the basement. I
absolutely love lifting weights. All those weights I previously mentioned have
all tripled, or are rapidly getting close to being tripled. I loved the change
in my body, as well. Watching my muscles grow and develop from "not bad" to
something that would make people's eyes pop out of their head was something I
truly enjoyed. With each rep of each exercise I did, I could virtually feel my
muscles absorbing raw power, getting bigger, stronger, and heavier.
Bodybuilding was something that came naturally to me. I begin entering, and
winning bodybuilding competitions. Men would start coming up to me on the
street and begging me to left them feel my rock-hard twenty-inch biceps,
steel-strong thirty-two inch quads, or solid twenty-one inch calves. A few
even asked me to put them in headlocks or lift them above my head. A couple of
times, I even found them in wrestling matches, which of course I easily won.

I would be wrestling somebody that night in my apartment, too. The pitiful guy
who had decided to try and snatch some of my valuables would be my opponent,
of lack of one. To call him slightly below average size would be an
understatement. As I looked at him, "puny", "wimpy" and "weak" came to my
mind. He had gotten in through a small open window I wouldn't have been able
to fit one of my large legs through. His spindly arms of legs reminded me of
cooked spaghetti. He wasn't carrying any sort of weapon. He hadn't noticed me.

I hadn't put on a robe, so I was standing there in my favorite sleeping
outfit; topless, only wearing the most comfortable pink thong panties I owned.
I could almost sense the moonlight shining through the window behind me and
onto my ripped, defined back muscles. It was time for me to make my move. Time
for the wimpy little man trying to steal my things to find out what type of
punishment six feet, four inches and two hundred thirty-nine pounds of solid
female muscle could deliver.

I crouched, like a ruthless jungle cat ready to pounce on helpless prey. I
gave a quick whistle to grab his attention. I'm sure as he whirled around
towards the noise, he only saw a flesh-colored blur with long, straight blonde
hair flying toward him. I drove my muscle-slabbed shoulder into his soft
stomach. The burglar went flying through the air, and crashed into the wall
twelve feet behind him.

As he struggled to regain his wind, I saw him look towards the window he had
come in through. He wasn't going to get off that easy. I walked over and
hoisted him back to his feet. He was so puny and light; it reminded of of
picking up a small bag of flour at the supermarket. I wrapped one of my
massive arms around his wimpy head, and applied a powerful headlock. He
started to squirm, like a spineless jellyfish. The burglar desperately tried
to break out of my hold. Of course, it would be easier to break out of rusted
bear trap than out of headlock applied by my powerful twenty-inch biceps.

The funny thing was, the little weakling was squirming like a worm, but I
wasn't really putting a large amount of effort into it. it got me thinking: is
he just incredibly weak, or had I really gotten that strong and powerful?

After I got tired of his squirming, I flopped him onto his back. I sat down on
the floor next to him. It was time for him to feel my leg strength. I wrapped
him up in a body scissor. I wasn't applying a lot of pressure, yet there he
was, squirming even more violently than before. This got boring quickly. I
released the hold and stood up, towering over him. Slowly, the burglar
struggled to his feet.

I really don't know what he was thinking at that point, but the burglar
decided to try some offense. He threw a couple of weak punches into my
stomach. That's about the same as punching a brick wall; punching my solid,
chiseled, deeply cut abs. I didn't flex them; doing that could have broken his
hand. He kept throwing punches as hard as he could. His tiny fists laterally
bounced off me. I could hardly feel him hitting me, let alone feel any sort of
pain.

Suddenly, the burglar stopped punching, and started staring at me.
Specifically, he was staring at my bare breasts. A beam of bright moonlight
was shining right across the D cups that sit atop the fifty-two inches of
muscle in my chest. I thought he would have noticed them earlier; I was so
much taller than him, they were at this eye level. It was that moment that he
realized he wasn't being beaten by a large man; this physical manhandling,
this domination of strength and power, was being done by a woman. He had a
look that was part shock, part fear, and part fascination covered his face.
Wasting no time, I wrapped my arms around his body, lifted him off the ground,
pressed his soft, weak body against my broad, muscular frame, and started to
squeeze.

Judging by the screams he started letting out, the little man had never felt
so strong, so powerful a bear hug as I was applying. With every scream, I
squeezed a little tighter. His screams became more strained as it started
getting harder for him to breathe. What a sight that must have made; the
massive muscles on beautiful body flexing, applying mind-boggling amounts of
pressure to his fragile little body. He must have looked like a child when he
was in my massive arms. I could feel the tension in his muscles start to
decrease. I could feel his entire body start to give way, I was truly crushing
him with my superior power. I easily could have finished him off right there.
I was powerful enough to crush and squeeze every ounce of life he had out with
my overwhelming bear hug. Do you have any idea what that feels like? To have
the power to destroy somebody with nothing more than the strength of your bare
hands? I showed mercy, however, and let loose my grip. He dropped onto the
floor in a heap. He didn't have the strength to get to his feet. I gave him a
few minutes to recover, while I did some one-arm push-ups and flexed all my
muscles to make sure they stayed warm.

When I felt he was ready, I decided to try something I had been thinking about
doing while I had him in a bear hug. I wrapped one of my hands around his
neck. It was so scrawny, my hand nearly went all the way around it. I started
to lift. He tried to dead weight, but he wasn't heavy enough. His heels left
the ground, then his toes. I extended my arm above my head. The burglar tried
to break himself free, but it was to no avail. His feet were dangling and
kicking two feet above the ground. I just held them there, letting him feel
more and more helpless to my awesome strength every second. As I held them
there, thoughts began to come into my head of just how strong I had gotten
over the eight years I had been training. I had the power to physically
overwhelm and conquer most of the people on this planet. I had become one of
the strongest, if not the strongest, woman in the world. I slammed the burglar
to the ground, brought him back up, hoisted him onto my broad shoulder. I
carried him into my bedroom.

I set him down onto the small weight bench I kept there, in case I ever got
the urge to lift while I was at home. I picked up a barbell with two hundred
pounds of weight on it, my light military press warmup. I straddled the bench,
holding the barbell a few inches above his chest. "Grab this," I commanded,
which he obeyed. "I'm going to give you a chance to leave without taking any
more punishment. Bench press this barbell just one time, and I let you walk.
Fail, and I'm going to break you in half. And, if you haven't figured it out,
breaking you in half won't present much of a challenge to me." I let go of the
bar. It dropped onto his chest. He grunted, yelled, and groaned, trying to
press the bar up. His face turned red, then white. The bar didn't budge. I
started to laugh as I towered over him. Finally, he gave up, and the bar just
stayed there. In between my laughter at his miserable weakness, I grabbed the
bar with one arm, lifted it off of him, and threw it to the side. He had taken
my challenge of strength, and he lost. Like any weak little man will to me. It
was time to me to have some fun. I hoisted him above me head.

For the next twenty minutes or so, I used all the powerful muscles in my body
to weaken him. Crush him. Destroy him. Cause pain and suffering to his small,
pathetic frame. My solid glutes cut his breathing as I pressed them into his
stomach. My huge quads bluged as I squeezed his ribs together with my knees. I
put him across my shoulders, then pulled his head and legs down, ripping him
apart. After a while, he stopped fighting back. The longer I went abusing him,
the more he seemed to like it. He started to enjoy the fact that, no matter
what he wanted, I had the ability, the size, and the strength to do whatever I
wanted.

I finally started to grow tired of breaking him, and decided to finish my fun
by setting him up against the wall, off the ground, and pressing my large body
against his with all the force I could muster. Every muscle in my body started
to flex. My calves, quads, gultes, chest, back, shoulders, and arms all
bulged. I was using every ounce of strength I could find to grind his body
into the wall. You couldn't even see the burglar pinned against the wall; I
was so huge, so massive, that my broad, powerful body completely covered his
spindly frame. I stopped pressing after he blacked out. He dropped to the
floor, unconscious. I dragged him back out to the living room, and called the
police.

After I hung up the phone, I caught a glance of myself in a full body mirror,
and almost went into shock. I had never seen myself as pumped as I was at that
moment. I was more solid than marble; I was vascular in places I had never
been before. A light coating of sweat covered my body, making my muscles look
even more cut and defined. I flexed a couple of poses, and was shocked at just
how hard and poweful I looked. I put on my robe and waited for the police to
arrive. As the officers took the burglar away to jail, he had a weird grin on
my face. I told them "everything that happened": I heard some noises, and
called them right away. After I hung up, I heard a loud crash in the living
room, and went to investigate. I saw the burglar out cold in the living room,
and a large trophy that had been on the top shelf was on the floor next to
him. Happy with that report, the officers left, but not before one of them
asked me to flex my arm for him. I obliged; you couldn't let an awesome pump
like that go to waste. He complimented its huge size, defined cut, and rock
solidness. Thus satisfied, they took the intruder downtown.

Locking the door, I decided to leave that window open, in case another fool
decided to try that again. It was a lot of fun. I took a quick shower,
watching the water flow down my muscles. I thought about putting something on,
then decided against it. As I walk towards my bed, my bare body reflecting the
moonlight, I decided to start beefing up my training. I felt that there was a
lot more muscle waiting inside of me, and that I must unlock it. I then
drifted to sleep, the biggest, strongest, most powerful woman in the world.